Andrew Couch

To be sure, I’m mostly just some guy. Because who isn’t, really? 

What kind of “just some guy” am I, and why should you care about the stories I’d like to share? Well, I’m a traveler, a chronicler, an observer, and a pal of the weird and easily overlooked. I hope to be a champion of the mundane and a conduit between those who like stories and the events which give birth to them - but I’ll settle for being an advocate. As for why you should care – Well, just like you, I have a rich inner life, and you care about your stories all the time, so it's worth giving mine a shot. 

Also, having held over forty occupations in what I refuse to call my career, I’ve had plenty of opportunities to collect good stories. These include, but are not limited to, the following: 

o Washing dishes at an Egyptian-owned catfish restaurant in North Mississippi. 

o Selling trinkets at Elvis Presley's Graceland.

o Answering angry telephone calls on the 57th floor of the Empire State Building. 

o Building cooking-grease-powered vehicles in Memphis, TN. 

o Professionally petting rich, drunk ladies in Northern California – or “massage therapy.” 

o Doing my bit to change the name from "Handy Man" to "Ableman" for reasons which may or may not seem obvious. 

o And much, much more…

But I don’t just write about work. I’ve walked from the desert of Northern Mexico to the high sierras in California, ridden my bicycle from the Atlantic to the Pacific, driven from Alaska to Costa Rica, and found adventure in a variety of unexpected places. For example, did you know if you sprain an ankle while delivering organic vegetables and sniffing cocaine, you might not be the hero of your story? Yeah, how are you gonna learn that lesson without seeking adventure in unexpected places?

Despite my best efforts, I remain fortunate to have a wife who loves me (Tiffany), a dog who needs me (Pelé), and a family who's stuck with me (you know who you are).